Revenge After Death

I looked up abruptly, belatedly coming to my senses. "I'm fine..."

"Your health is fine. Everything's good," the doctor reassured. "Oh, and the results from the health department's tests came back clear too."

"Phew! We really dodged a bullet... "Rachel sighed in relief.

"The health department?" I furrowed my brows.

"They discovered that the crazed headmaster from the special school has AIDS. Also, among the people who were locked up with us, one has AIDS, and three have infectious diseases," Rachel explained. "Quinn was found to be a carrier of the AID virus. Her husband, Callum, was promiscuous and abusive. Not only did he engage in high-risk sexual intercourse, but he was also abusive and alcoholic... Quinn was infected by him."

I gasped in disbelief. It seemed that we had been exposed to a high risk of infection given the circumstances, especially for those who were stabbed by Quinn.

"Rach! Have you taken the test?" I instinctively grabbed Rachel's wrist. She was one of the people Quinn had stabbed. If she had any contact with Quinn's blood...

"I have, and I'm clear. Don't worry, Stephie," Rachel quickly assured me, then laughed. "What are the odds? I should probably go buy a lottery ticket, haha!"

I was stunned for a moment, rendered speechless

of taking antiretroviral drugs. By the time

over her," Ewan

sat numbly on the edge of the

it intentionally. Since Yasmin couldn't be killed for now, Quinn had inflicted another form of suffering upon her. She infected her with a highly contagious yet incurable

the contraction of

somehow learned about it... How did the news of Yasmin being infected with AIDS

phone. "Someone deliberately posted it online. We tracked the ID,

had been exposed, she had nothing to

one of the

truly a pitiful woman. My family favored boys over girls, so I was left at my grandmother's place

parents didn't care about me, and I was drained of all my worth. I

only did my husband abuse

to him, I felt a despair I'd never experienced before in this world. My despair ended when

dark. There are simply too many maggots that need to be cleaned out,

a knife—stained with my blood— to stab several survivors. Namely,